He took down the bird nests on our window awnings. Said he was tried of the bird crap all over the place. Luckily there were no eggs in the nests yet, but still...made me sad. So I called him a mean old man. But he made up for it last night, rubbed my upper butt for an hour. That sounds silly, but I'm serious. I've been having major sciatic pain (again), so he offered to give me a rub. It helped, felt nice, but I still hurt. Damn, I think I really knocked things out of whack this time, might have to get myself back into the chiropractor if this keeps up.
Oh, and I told him yesterday while weeding in my backyard that I want to put in perrenials in the front yard (this was after the bird nest removal), and he said go right ahead honey, get whatever you want, I'll stay here with the kids for you. Hehehe, see, now he's at my beck and call.